Tiny Boxes.

Fall. I've been thinking a lot about you lately. I've been wondering where you've been hiding. Peeking around corners and peering down ally ways; crouching behind brick walls and snuggling next to trees, silent. Stretching my neck, hoping. To see that first leaf detach itself from a branch high above and float to the ground--but, alas! I blinked. And here you are. Arrived. Already?